I was watching a talk show this morning ;(Sunday) that had Denise Drysdale and the subject was what got on your wick or something that sounded like that. For some people it was when people constantly h it the walk button at a crossing when they have obviously just pushed it and are waiting patiently […]
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Happiness is
Happiness is a ‘step in’ shower. I am no longer fit enough to scramble over the sides of baths. Happiness is a chair in the shower. Now I can stay longer than my wobbly knees allow and enjoy the ‘long and hot’ flow of water. Happiness is having a conversation with my husband when the […]
Cold Turkey
Today I went cold turkey……., promising myself no more wheat no more yeast no more chocolate, The shaking started first and I blamed it on the cold, but the headache that followed left no doubt I was hooked again. 1991 ……………………………………….
Pace after Pace
Pace after pace my footsteps sink into the sand making a trail between shells and crab holes far to t he end of the beach and back. Alone. Iluka Nov 1993
On the Road to Grafton
Music is better than talking. The words drift on interrupting my daydream insisting I know of spiraling prices and politicians fueds of accidents and advertisements for things I don’t want to buy. I prefer the music it lets me drift and hands you the key to my memory.
Silence of the beach
I seek the silence of the morning, the isolation of the beach. Breaking waves thunder across the sands and I am alone as I wish to be Alone with my Tai Chi. Yamba 1993
Scared Shitless (To the unknown girl at the Karaoke-Gunnedah.)
You stood alone ‘scared shitless’ and poured your heart out in song. I wanted to hug you, to tell you you were doing fine. I covered your shaking hand so others could not see the terror and I know it took courage to step out alone. REAL COURAGE and although I don’t know your name […]
Sensitive
He said I was sensitive and I didn’t know where he was coming from Was he appreciating a like minded soul? or was he saying You’re so ‘female’ and ’emotional’ I couldn’t handle that so I didn’t ask. We were both too vulnerable for discussion.
My Czechoslovakia friend
When I was a small child – somewhere between 1945 and 1948 my father owned a plaster works. He hired a man from Czechoslovakia and this man lived in a caravan by the side of dad’s drying sheds. I remember being fascinated by his language and accent and his habit of saying ‘you know’ […]